Zhou Ruhua asked weakly, "So, is it a big pot or a small stove in the cafeteria? Brother Wei is taking medicine, so he must avoid certain foods. If it's a big pot, isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

Sun Dingshan was stunned by the question.

Patients’ diet is indeed different from that of ordinary people. First, the food must be light, nutritious, and easy to digest and absorb.

A big pot meal can never achieve these.

Moreover, the chef in the hospital cafeteria has a bad temper and is somewhat related to Director Cha. Usually, if doctors miss mealtime and go there, he won't wait for them but will just collect the food and close the window.

Xiaochao, if you keep asking for this and that, he will definitely be even more reluctant to do it.

Therefore, the patients' families usually cook their own meals in an empty room behind the hospital.

There were several stoves in the room, and the patients' families took turns to cook. The cost of honeycomb coal was calculated according to the usage time, and they had to bring their own ingredients and pots.

If you are a little richer, you can just go to the state-owned restaurants and buy stir-fried dishes.

Wang Chunfeng silently took out the money that he hadn't put away yet. Before he could ask how much it was, Yang Xuehua took two steps forward and said, "We don't know the prices in this city. Take these first. When you are discharged from the hospital, you can get a refund or a supplement."

After getting the money, Yang Xuehua stood aside and counted it excitedly with a finger dipped in her saliva.

Wang Chunfeng looked at his empty hands and shook his head helplessly.

Zhou Ruhua also wanted to know how much money Yang Xuehua had made, so he pulled her out under the pretext of going to the bathroom.

Sun Dingshan looked at Wang Chunfeng, not knowing how to comfort him.

Wang Chunfeng was silent for a while, then suddenly took off his white coat and said he was going to the Public Security Bureau.